Thursday, June 13, 2013

Will the path of true love incur the wrath of the virgin Goddess Artemis?

Abandoned at birth, Atalante, protege of the goddess Artemis, is forced into an untenable position by her estranged father, the King of Arcadia—renege on her vow of virginity or condemn her suitors to a sacrificial death. The aristocratic courtier, Melanion, cannot believe anyone would be foolish enough to put their life on the line for the dirty little predator whose reputation for speed and cruelty is legendary. That is until he falls under Atalante's spell.

Consumed by desire and jealousy, Melanion is determined to win Atalante's hand or die trying. He calls upon Aphrodite to assist him, little realizing that her noisome brat, Eros, has the pair of them in his sights and is determined to inject a little spice into their lives. Spice that will devastate the path of true love and incur the wrath of the virgin Goddess Artemis.

Purple thunderclouds swirled, and
lightning slashed the sky. Artemis the Huntress, goddess of the forests and the
hills, stood astride the mountaintop, staring in fascination at the frail human
figure edging its way to the cave.

The figure gazed around furtively,
then placed a tightly wrapped bundle beneath the shelter of the rocky overhang
before stepping stealthily away through the glade of moon-white cyclamen flowers.

A flash of lightning illuminated the
interior of a cave. Bounding effortlessly down the mountain, Artemis raged at
the folly of mankind.

"Great Zeus above!"

Impossibly huge cerulean eyes stared
up at her—the epitome of perfection. Artemis reached down and picked up the
swaddled bundle. The scent of the fresh, sweet skin and the flawless rosebud
mouth tugged at her heart as she cradled the tiny body close to her breast and
raised her fist to the heavens. "This I vow, my little one, you shall
become fleet of foot, a huntress, second to none and guided by my ever-watchful
eye."

Pulling back the tightly wrapped
swaddling, she gazed in awe as the plump, perfectly formed limbs pounded the
air. "I name you Atalantê, my princess, for we are as one. In perfect
harmony you will grow in my image, your maiden divinity never to be conquered
by Eros."

Artemis listened as in the valley
below, the Arcadian people held their collective breath. She stilled the lightning
and dismissed the thunderclouds. Finally, when the pale sun rose, the
frustrated cries of Lord Iasius filled the palace. "Gods! Take back your
girl. Give me a boy to inherit my kingdom!"

The acts of men are rarely unheeded
by the gods, and Artemis vowed compassion for her little foundling, seeing to
her warmth and nourishment until the girl grew tall and nimble, slim of hip—a
virgin huntress, in her own image.

Biography:

Téa
writes contemporary and historical romantic fiction featuring strong-minded
women and sexy heroes who have to fight long and hard for what they believe in
before they reach their happy ever after.

Wednesday, June 12, 2013

But it's not for me. As you've probably seen, I've gotten bad about it. But, I have great news! I come bearing gifts. We've reached the time to give you a free book! Raven's Impulse!

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It's free for a short time only. Want to read a little of our upcoming release, Temptation, an Isola Dei Sogni novel as well?

"Ah love." He cuddled her close and Meryl
felt his heartbeat resonate through her. "I'm always there,.You chose to
ignore it. You are my life and with me, in me at all times. I shouldn't have
stayed and I did. I shouldn't have left like I did, but I had no option. Surely
you knew you just had to show me you needed me and I'd be with you? If not in
person, in your dreams. Even when you've called me all the names no
self-respecting person should know let alone say." He paused and rubbed
her shoulder. "Just because I'm not on show, doesn't mean I'm not here, not
with you. Hold your hand out and let your heart feel me. You are mine, and even
though you doubt it, it's true."

He ran his hand over her heart, and Meryl felt his heat burning into her. She melted as
he kissed her, and his hand lifted her t-shirt and stroked her breast over the top
of her bra. Her skin tingled and Meryl crossed her legs to stop the shivers of
excitement she felt from being too obvious. She was on a plane for heavens
sake. Okay she'd heard of the mile high club, but it was so not her.

He grinned, and tingles danced down her spine.
"Ah my lovely Meryl just let yourself go. Purr for me." He nipped and
sucked her shoulder and at the same time moved his hand to creep under the top
of her jeans and touch her clit. Meryl groaned at the sweet sting he gave her, even
as she arched into his palm. His breath was warm on her neck. "Oh sweet,
I've so missed touching you. Come for me now." As he stroked and petted it
was the perfect feeling of love, care, and being needed. She began to shake,
and he drank her sighs and mewls of pleasure as his mouth covered hers in a
long lingering kiss. With a silent scream she shattered. As she came down from
one of the most exhilarating climaxes ever, his hands stroked her hair in a
long soothing caress. If she were a cat she'd purr.

Hold on. Cats? Purring? What the hell is going
on? Her sleepy,
sated state disappeared in a second.

Meryl opened
her eyes. All thoughts of her climax disappeared as she saw where she was. Sheesh, did I really make myself come with a
dream? Hell I hope no one saw or heard me. She checked—the blanket still covered her.